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I love the smell of a cold winter day nothing beats it!

I am carrying your face in a locket in a box to a virtual location guarded by kestrels, suggesting the scene’s geography of love and dirt, trees ripe with darkness and bones’ white luster.

Take some time out for yourself today. www.mysticalroots.org

light summer rain cooling the day, tap dancing, whirling rings of water and the bloop bloop bloop of fish kissing the surface . the simple things in life are the best

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I was once asked why I never create "moody" art. My answer was simply "I can not" my soul is forever sunshine. My soul constantly looks for the ocean. As the ocean will always soothe my soul. This life is bliss

I stare through sun lit windows  I stare for hours I gaze at horizon that is a distant memory now...

OUTSIDE the afterlight's lucent rose Is smiting the hills and brimming the valleys, And shadows are stealing across the snows; From the mystic gloom of the pineland alleys.

The festival started sometime between 1716 and 1735 and was celebration that coincided with Kurosuke Inari festival at the Yoshiwara Shrine. The courtesans as well as patrons would wear fox masks and play music, dance, put on skits and then proceed in a procession with paper lanterns as the day melted into night in the heat of the 8th month.  Photography and text by  Rekishi no Tabi on Flickr.  Image taken August 3, 2014

The festival started sometime between 1716 and 1735 and was celebration that coincided with Kurosuke Inari festival at the Yoshiwara Shrine. The courtesans as well as patrons would wear fox masks and.